Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

The Commute

By Alexia Oerter

Monday, 7am, getting coffee 

– The graveyard, bathed in the golden rays of a young sun
– A white-haired woman, wearing a blue cap, strolling 
– White lilies on every single grave 

Tuesday, 6pm, walking home 

– The graveyard, colourblind and drenched in evening rain 
– A white-haired woman, wearing a blue cap, strolling 
– Orange marigolds on every single grave 

Wednesday, 5pm, walking to the bookstore 

– The graveyard, carpeted by low hanging mist clinging to the grass 
– A white-haired woman, wearing a blue cap, strolling 
– Green hydrangeas on every single grave 

Thursday, 7am, getting coffee

– The graveyard, blurred by thick fog, yet pierced by the light of scattered lampposts 
– A white-haired woman, wearing a blue cap, sitting 
– Yellow hyacinths on every single grave 

Friday, 8pm, walking home 

– The graveyard, blanketed by the sinking sun in warm smeared inks 
– A white-haired woman, wearing a blue cap, praying 
– Blue bellflowers on every single grave 

Saturday, 11pm, couldn’t sleep 

– The graveyard, buried in the sapphire of the night scintillating off the tombstones, fireflies greeting their          neighbours with blinks of light 
– No white-haired woman, no blue cap 
– No flowers 

Sunday, 5pm, just walking 

– The graveyard, woken up by the song of twilight 
– A white-haired man, clutching a blue cap, strolling
– Pink carnations on one single grave.

It must be odd for...

I kick around the dust...

There is a horrendous roar...

if the mountains call for...

when you’re at the bottom...

I love you mint chocolate...

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